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2 sides a page, if only you read both but who has time for that even thou its of d essence... d future beckons eager to know what's in store for us but.... we wait feverishly for nights into day tomorrows.... from a distant light glows... gotta make it outta this dark cave what happens when sacred feelings crave what the vast mind carves...do we push shoving aside like a minority or make those thoughts priority.... let d skies decide either u steal or take either u chill or bake.... really do fantasies edge reality... walk a foggy thin line with me perhaps.... we might cross d rubicon knowing there no way back when decisions become life changing situations.... hope blurs peace crawls yet chaos soars everywhere there's a war how loud could these lions roar....if there're lurking demons provoking angels evokes... where do we go from here.... d answers we yearn for from questions that dwell... could wear & tear warriors ....runway flyaway elope elude meditate elevate off herbs yrt they say what goes up must come down...what goes around comes back boomerangs..around yet d saga continues... what is in it to be noble... d sage of a savage like a mythical hermes.... if temptation is love's weakness... knees buckle laughing in chuckles... if d code is silence how do we speak of what our opinions 're lest alone what we think....we re on the brink as i drink... deep down knowing we all can do this... our nemesis becomes our psychosis fading to black... wondering.... still awaiting symbolic signs... another tree struggles to peak from a forest floor trying to change our nightmares into dreams seeing visions watching horizons in sunsets....prophecies coming to blasts from past....a pillar built to last... an article outlines a newspape.... a regiment becomes a stronger battalion.... i need a compass.... we re leaders of lost platoons our stories animated like cartoons... traveling like galileo raveling thru galaxies finding laws of notion... marvel yet ponder what if action is thought's worst enemy germinating thru my roots... this one is dedicated to callimachus for his vision of poetry.... we have come a long way the list gets longer counting days of our lives till they re over...yet with the blessings of both grandfathers & grandmothers...a toddler orphans an adolescent into a loner carrying d world on his shoulder.....to be contined.